The previous starry night <br />under the serene sky <br />Veronica you sang that rare love song <br />to my weary heart as a ripple <br />with your magical strings. <br />My ship is heading homewards <br />and I see your fading land at the port of Riga, <br />your terraced little gloomy houses. <br />I never forget your hypnotizing eyes and the innocent smile. <br />I hear the voices of your great comrades; Lenin &Trotsky and their valuable teachings. <br />I had to leave you alone and I am very sorry <br />as my soul is belonging to my loved ones <br />like you are belonging to your people. <br />Why these soft hearts parted forever? <br />If the world is one land without any barriers? <br />When I turn the pages of Leo.Tolstoy's novel ' Anna Karenina' <br />I think of you and my sorrowful strange love. <br />I am already settled now. <br />My beloved wife strums your precious gift beside me <br />and she sings the same mysterious love song <br />in a starry night but a different melancholy pitch? <br />'Veronica thank you for the keepsake the wonderful Balalaika'. <br />I cried in the dream. <br />If she ask in the morning who is Veronica? <br />I just lie her 'she is the first Russian woman been to the Moon.' <br /> <br /> <br />To Jessie.Chambers who loved D.H.Lawrence and he wounded her deeply.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/balalaika-and-the-sad-ballad-of-a-sailor/
